Nolan POV
It didn’t matter how many times I told myself I wouldn’t react. Every time I caught Kieran with her, the same damn heat coiled in my chest, sharp and feral, clawing to be let loose.
I was standing by one of the patio doors, moonlight filtering in from the gardens and catching my attention as a shadow interrupted it.
And there he was—Kieran, with Ellie, leaning in too close, his every movement polished and deliberate, like he thought he could charm his way into her good graces.
I told myself to look away. To focus on the alphas mingling inside, on the political games being played around me. But my eyes wouldn’t leave her.
My wolf prowled restlessly just under my skin, hackles raised. Every smile she offered him felt like a blade between my ribs.
It was nothing, I told myse
